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Qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm [The World As I See It]
qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm is not allowed,
qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm enjoy cheap thrills,
qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm, I’m well-endowed,
qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm, a bottle of Pils,
qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm, upon my knees,
qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm, the seven seas.
qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm, my boots did shine,
qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm the milky way,
qwertyuiop...
Friday 17th January 2025 4:12 pm
Blue Calfskin Nights
Boots fit girls down to the ground
True, but don't ask me quite why
Calfskin moulds itself to any form
Yours were the colour of the sky
Red boots smack of aggression
Yellow a hint of primrose flower
But blue sends a potent message
A promise of love and soft power
Blue varnished boots tread softly
Only ballet shoes look so neat
Yours, though scuffed and worn
...Saturday 26th September 2020 11:07 am
Sunflowers and Old Boots
I recently stumbled upon a website which had the letters written by Vincent Van Gogh to his brother, family and friends. Completely absorbed I was lost to research for hours on end, compelled to learn more of this painters fascinating life story. Here is the resulting “found” poem which uses lines written by Van Gogh himself to describe his experiences, collated in a way which hopefully does justi...
Thursday 30th July 2020 5:39 pm
Down the market
carrots, apples spuds and fish
chocolate brownies, a porcelain dish
jeans and jumpers, pots and pans
stockings, bras and ornate fans
paintings of the lacal town
jackets, bags and a dressing gown
onsies that look like Donald duck
sweets to chew and sweets to suck
DVDs and home made jam
vinyl records by bross and wham!
perfume, deodorant, talk and soap
yorkshire parkin and a cantelope
...
Saturday 26th May 2018 5:14 pm
Dead Men's Boots
Dead Men’s Boots
tough as old leather
their souls worn down
eyes vacant of lace
collected by the door
the day they swapped
their pit-boots
for the Kings shilling
and donned their shiny
new military issue
there they stayed
gathering dust
and old potatoes
in their safe grasp
neatly lined
waiting for the return
of father and two sons
to the safety
of their hearth
day after da...
Friday 1st August 2014 11:09 pm
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